Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC #3)(15)
She could be mine forever, I think to myself. The thought makes me smile, and I take her lips, needing her all over again.
13
Izzy
“Who the f*ck are you?”
“Umm.” I stare up at the very large older man standing in the doorway of the Ghost Riders’ clubhouse. He looks to be in his mid-forties from the gray showing at his temples. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he’s wearing sunglasses that block my view of his eyes, even though it’s night out. I can tell by the cut he’s wearing that he’s a member of the club. I don’t recognize him from anyone that I’d met the one and only time I’d been here over a month ago.
“No sweetbutts allowed, only property. You looking for action, you need to take your cute little ass to the bar down the road. Some of the boys are already down there looking for some.” I cringe at his crude words. Lucias says crude stuff a lot, but it’s always laced with sweet words like, “Baby, spread those legs because I’m not done with you until you coat my cock with at least two orgasms and I finish deep inside that * of mine.”
“I don’t know what a sweetbutt is.” It takes everything in me to not turn my head and look at my ass. Lucias likes my butt. Not sure he’s ever called it sweet. Wait, he did tell me to get my sweet ass in bed the other night.
“You sure don’t look like one.” I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing from his tone. This time, I do look. I’m wearing chucks with black leggings and a bright pink T-shirt that reads “I would make a Zelda pun but don’t wanna tri and force it.” I have my hair up in a messy bun, no make-up, and my glasses are perched on my nose. This was kind of a last minute idea when Lucias said he had some stuff to take care of, then he’d be heading back here to grab some stuff from his room, then he’d come to my place. I thought I could sneak in and be in his bed. Naked. I wasn’t worried about what I was wearing because he likes me naked, with messy hair and my glasses.
The man shifts to the side a little, and I get a glance inside. I see a few people playing pool. It looks like a little party going on.
“Is Lucias here?” I go to look around him, but he just steps in my way, making sure his whole body blocks me from seeing anything.
“Probably at the bar down the road looking for some ass. Why don’t you go down there and check?” He points in the direction of the bar.
His words hit me hard, and I take a step back as if they physically hit me. No. Lucias wouldn’t do that.
“You’re lying.” I take back the step I just retreated and square my shoulders.
“You’re right, I am. Just thought it would get you gone faster.”
“I’m here to see Lucias. I’ll wait in his office or his room.” I take another step towards the man, hoping he’ll just step out of my way, but he only tilts his head a little, raising his eyebrows like he’s saying yeah, sure.
“Pres already has a piece of ass for the night, but if you’re really looking that bad to get some, I’ll take you down the road myself.”
This time he takes a step towards me, and I go to back up, tripping over my own feet and falling on my ass, dropping my bag in the process. The gravel digs into my butt through the thin yoga pants, and the sharp pain makes me yelp out.
The man goes to help me up, and I try to bat his hands away, but he does it anyway, easily putting me back on my feet in one quick motion.
His eyes go to my chest, then he releases his hold and takes about three steps back, like he’s suddenly realized I have a disease he might catch.
“Izzy.” He says my name like he can’t believe it’s me. “Fucking shit. Why didn’t you show me the tags when you first showed up?”
I look down at the dog tags Lucias put on me after the first time we made love. He told me to never take them off, and I’d been wearing them under my shirt as habit. They must have fallen out when I fell. No one was supposed to know we were together. He’d said to keep a low profile.
He thought it was best after I had to go fill out a missing person’s report on my brother. I had to make it seem like he was really missing. I guess he was, but not like the cops were starting to think. Lucias has been sneaking into my house every night to be with me, but last night he’d said this shit is done. No more sneaking around.
That’s why I thought it would be okay to show up, and I really needed to talk to him.
I lift the tags up and shrug. “Lucias gave them to me,” I explain, not getting what the big deal is.
“Yeah. Means you’re property.”
“Property of what?” I let the tags go, and they fall back to my chest. Then I reach down and grab my bag, wiping at the gravel dust.
“Of the Ghost Riders.”
“Okay.” I’m not really sure what to say to that, and I’m kind of over this. First he tries to tell me Lucias is down the road possibly hooking up with a women, then he tells me that he’s inside with one. I feel my throat contract, the sting of tears burning my nose.
Is that what’s going on inside? Some party and he just didn’t want me to come? He didn’t invite you here, a little voice says in the back of my mind. He had stuff to handle, he said, then he’d be over late. I don’t want to believe it, but it still burns just thinking it.